My eyelashes trembled violently.
Seven years ago, the night before my wedding with Cheng Wang, he asked me if I'd be willing to marry him if I stopped liking Cheng Wang in the future.
I dared not lift my head to meet his gaze.
"Not right now," I looked up at him: "I still have some unresolved matters."
Pei Heng nodded, hiding a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
"No worries, I can wait."
The unresolved matter I mentioned is my marriage with Cheng Wang.
Although we signed a divorce agreement, we haven't collected the divorce certificate yet.
Legally speaking, we are still a married couple.
When I called, Cheng Wang answered almost instantly.
His voice was weary, yet carried an irrepressible excitement: "Qingqing, you finally contacted me."
"I really miss you, when are you coming back? I have already ended things with Ruan... that woman."
I frowned: "Why are you telling me this?"